The Crowdless man
See him wandering alone,
The crowdless man,
He has no group,
He has no tribe,
He carries his identity in his pocket.
His pocket has a hole in it,
His story has a hole in it,
His tragedy is not a tune you can hum.
His suffering and sacrifice,
They have no handles;
His persecution has no logo,
No shrine, no yardstick.
His joy has no credentials,
His observations have no fixed address;
There are no rewards whatsoever.
His gaze and yearning are way outside the loop,
His pilgrimage has lots of holes in it .
See him wandering alone
Beaming to himself.
When did I last "beam to myself"?
An undervalued art "beaming to yourself" - note to self - suggest beaming as a new "key competency"